During my junior year of high school, a guy asked me to a date. He picked up a Redbox movie and cooked a pizza. We were watching the movie and then the oven buzzed so the pizza was done. He looked directly at me and said, “This is the worst part.” I then watched this boy open the oven and pull the pizza out with his unprotected hands, rack and all, shouting at the top of his lungs. We didn't have a second date.